Saturday, November 3, 2007

War floats across my world like a blanket of pain. We watch it on the news and in our neighborhoods. You can see it in the eyes of children. Hear it in the unspoken "whys" of a mother with no food for her family. Understand it to the core in a soldier's staunch resolve. Feel it in the dirty tears of people on the run.

Strain to hear the whisper of a mother's heart whose son or daughter has perished in a god-forsaken place. With no good-bye.

Politics and religion aside, let me remember for one day that

Suffering is suffering.

War breeds poverty. Poverty breeds hunger. Hunger breeds indignity.

Can our words and collective thoughts and visions of a peaceful existence clear the smoke?

We tend to forget pain in less-publicized atrocities.

We sometimes turn our faces from the pain we see each day all around us.

Here's a reminder. It's not pretty.
Just fly the globes, people. Fly the globes.
War doesn't stop at the border.
Peace won't either.

Yeah, that would be good, wouldn't it. I wish the voices of the majority were louder than that of the minority, but I fear it is always going to be the more aggressive ones who shout loudest. My only hope is that our many quiet voices will build to muffle their noise!